The baronet had his own reasons: as soon as the banquet ended, he planned to work on forming alliances. He couldn't afford to drink himself into a stupor.
While some nobles might take offense to having their drinks declined, Sylas's personality so far suggested he might be slightly displeased but wouldn't hold a serious grudge.
The other nobles seemed to think so as well and continued to watch without much thought—until Sylas suddenly spoke up.
"How fascinating."
Sylas's calm yet chilling voice cut through the air.
"How curious that a mere baronet dares to refuse a drink offered by a count. I've never seen anything quite like it."
"W-what?"
Startled by the unexpected remark, the baronet looked up in shock. Sylas's expression turned cold as a sharp smile played on his lips.
"Say that again. What did you just say?"
At that moment, all eyes turned to Sylas.